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Where The Rejection Process Leads A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 4:21 pm

Will tomorrow be the day
That I turn the corner
Flip that switch
That says I have
Figured out further
Communication unnecessary
And counter intuitive?
It produces nothing
But further delay
Of the healing process.

My friend kept asking me
What do I get out of it?
This guy rejected me
Chose another woman
Saying she was more
Suitable for him.
I had already surmised
That if his ex wife ever
Wanted him back
He would go willingly.
So there was always
Something that was looming.

What was it?
It is like that puzzle
That you can't find that piece
That fits a certain place.
I was still at the stage
That so many things
I was going to miss.
But could another man
Do the same things?
Yes, after a time
A man could make me feel
Comfortable and trusting.
He could come to love
My animals nearly
As much as me.
He could bring gifts
He could make me laugh.

But the unique things
Those are harder to let go
His sing song accent
His cuteness and furriness
The dreams I had
Of what we could be doing.

I can let these go!
I have to !
And I will!
You know that saying
If it is the last thing I do?
No, in my case
It will be the next thing
For that is where this
Rejection process leads.
Steps And An Escalator A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 12:19 am

Make a list of
Those goals
You seek
If you can
Make another list
With steps
For each.

Doesn't that sound easy?
It sounds like a breeze.
But doing those steps
Take some kind of traits
Of will power
And perseverance.
For those of us
Who lack those
On occasion
We may stop
Moving forward.
We sure wish
There were an escalator!
It would make
Goal achievement
Almost certain
Unless there were
Mechanical failure.
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Lonely Together A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2019 12:03 am

We are lonely together
It beats being lonely alone
Do you get the difference?
At least we had one another
To chat with online.

And boy did we!
Daily for over a month.
He was there
When I had a broken heart.
He was there
When my sadness
Over my rejection
Would flare up.

I was there to make him feel
Wanted and needed.
We had plenty of flirting
And sexual banter.
But it was probably
Going nowhere
Except we felt warmth
For a moment.
Ah yes that was the emotion.

Lonely together
Less lonely would be
More appropriate a term.
For our loneliness was diminished
By our interacting
It sure beats the alternative.
Not having anyone
To talk to
Not having that ear lent
To our goings on.
Not having the kindness
And compassion
That we offered.
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A Genie Granted Love A Poem
Posted:Jul 23, 2019 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 11:30 pm

If a genie were to appear
And offered you one wish
What would you wish for?
Can you answer this?

I immediately say
World peace.
As that is something
I have wanted since
I could think globally.
And it is oft cited
In beauty pageants
Do you remember
Miss Congeniality?

But if the genie said
That is beyond his realm
I can only give you
A wish that pertains
To you as an individual
I would say I would
Want to find love and
Have my love returned.

The genie would probably
Be shaking his head
You could have asked
For millions of dollars
You could have asked
For fame or even to be
A powerful politician
But instead you choose love
You are indeed a romantic
And so voila!
A man from far away
Appears in front of me.
He is someone I have known
But could never meet
Because of distance
And money.

He might shake his head too
And say "Is this a dream?"
The genie and I would reply
In near unison an utterance
"You are a dream come true."

He will say my name
And the genie would disappear
For this man has had his
Heart assessed
A love that matches mine
He now does possess.

Now to explain how he
Came to be in the US.
Without a passport
Or any documentation.
I think that would be
Something the customs officials
Would frown upon.
I will have to say
He was here
By divine providence
And hope that they
Leave us lovers alone.
Voicing Feelings A Poem
Posted:Jul 22, 2019 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 10:29 pm

There are feelings that emerge
They peek their head
of a bird's nest
They are like those
Shooting stems
Of a plant's new growth
In Spring.
Should I allow them
grow? And take flight?
the nest
Continue on til they
Are full fledged
In their development?

God! You don't know
How I want that feeling
take hold!
That these feelings
Do not have hide
Inside me
Like a scared .
But be like a peacock
That struts its stuff!
Like a flower that buds
And opens up!
Nature has it's course.
Can my feelings also
Have their day
In the light?

My feelings will they
Be allowed be voiced?
Or will they by stymied
Because they will not
Be met with approval?

Should I care what others think?
I have but life live
My feelings being a part of it.
That is a question
I ask myself
Can I be brave
And open
Or closed
And waiting
And waiting
For the right moment
If it ever comes.
I had best then
Not hold my breath.
Fascination With The Brady Men A Poem
Posted:Jul 22, 2019 9:28 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:39 pm

I mentioned my infatuation
With the Brady men
Of the Brady bunch
Well more precisely
Greg and the father.

Yes, I have over the years
Been overcome with some
Kind of lust
For guys with dark curly hair
And blue eyes.
From that sexy neurologist
I dated in 1990 to another
Guy I dated in 1999
Who was a psychologist.
More recently there was
A guy I saw on and off
Who had the curly hair
But not as dark.

So this guy I chatted with
He had light colored hair
That was curly
I told him about my
Brady fascination.
He thought it kind
Of charming
In a girlish way.

So today I was listening
To Simon and Garfunkle
And Art's hair caught
My notice.
Ah there it was again
That curliness
That I hold with
Such a fascination.

What can I say?
Somethings last a lifetime?
Just so happens
My attraction for guys
Is not only based on hair.
Thank goodness.
For that would be just weird.
Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water A Poem
Posted:Jul 22, 2019 8:22 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 12:23 am

Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water Written in 20

Like a bridge over troubled water
The words of that song
They hit you
Where the sun
Don't shine
But your eyes
Might feel like
You have been
Overcome by the sun
When they tear up
Perhaps some even
Escape and on
Your cheeks
They trickle down.

Comfort when you
Need it most
An unconditional host
To welcome you
In your darkest hour
Seemingly with a lantern
Or a never ending
Oil lamp.
Would that this
Were always an option
For the strongest
And weakest
The superlative's strength
Not a factor in times
Of strife.
My Kind Of Poem
Posted:Jul 22, 2019 7:57 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:38 pm

My Kind of Poem written in 2015

She loves her poems
To be short and sweet
Something easy to remember
Not full of trite
Nor full of hype
But full of charm and wit.

Perhaps it is from her adoration
Of her favorite poem of all time
Hold Fast To Dreams
By Langston Hughes.

Two stanzas
That speak volumes
In their imagery
Easy for recollection
For us who are not magicians
With our memory.
For pulling lines out of my hat
Of a mind
That behaves more oft like a sieve,
Is a failing task.
Understanding Emotion. A Poem
Posted:Jul 21, 2019 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 5:25 am

I need to understand divorce.

Not as in marriage.

But in emotions.

Men can do it so easily.

They can separate,

Sex from Love.

I have a very hard time

Doing this myself.

I need to realize

Most men are just

Selfish assholes.

I see the best in them

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Was there ever a better analogy

For what happens when a man

Gets what he wants?

The pretense is gone.

The divorce final

Not that there was any commitment

To begin with.

Now they don't even need to pretend.

Subject- object emotion verb.

Me him love sex divorce.
Time Skidaddling A Poem
Posted:Jul 21, 2019 3:03 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:36 pm

I wish I could do
What I planned to
But I am ever at the mercy
Of time constraints.
And to be honest
I do procrastinate.

I get involved in other things
Time runs along
I wish I had the same pace
With my tasks
I would be finished!
And there would be
No necessity to write
A poem so foolish!
A Living Doll A Poem
Posted:Jul 21, 2019 12:16 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 2:55 am

A Living Doll Written in 2015

She was a living doll
At least that is what he thought
He wanted to just hold her
Not too tight for fear
He would break her.

But she was far from porcelain.
She was made of skin and bones.
She was fair like alabaster
But she could tan if she wanted.

She was a real live woman.
With a heart and feelings.
He knew this.
It was why he thought her a doll
In the first place.
For his definition of doll was different.

He wanted to play with her
But keep her heart in tact.
Not injure it.
He wanted to preserve her very innocence.
Her goodness and light
He appreciated this like none other.

The step he had to take
The decision he had to make.
Was not an easy one for him.
He knew she was willing.
He knew she had needs.
But he knew if he made a move
He would want love to ensue.
For that is what this doll
Who was a real live woman
Evoked in him.
Doubts Snuffed A Poem
Posted:Jul 20, 2019 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 2:57 am

Doubts Snuffed Written in 2015

Like any doubt that lingers about
It needs to be talked down.
Or snuffed out
Like a candle that is no longer needed
It is not there to light your way.
It is just something that you
Have found comforting.

Darling daylight is upon you.
Extinguish the candle.
The blinds now opened
How the sun is shining!
It is a sign that darkness
Shall not overwhelm you.
It shall not win!

The light of day!
A simple phrase!
It is old and oft repeated.
For it is evident
In it's truthfulness.

Doubts snuffed
If there was dripping
It will dry!
And a notice will be taken
Of its size.
We can scoop it up and
Do with the leftover what we will
Whether back to a pile
Or in the garbage
It is hardly of its same use.
Thinking And Day And Night Dreaming A Poem
Posted:Jul 20, 2019 11:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 12:01 am

Thinking And Day And Night Dreaming Written in 2016

A lot goes through my mind.
Scenes and words etc.
I am sure yours is the same
Except for the characters
The words might be similar.
Swear words, words of self doubt
Words that we would not say aloud.

Ah those peace loving folks
With their meditation
And namaste
I envy them their peace.
I would so like to emulate.
Perhaps I will some day.

And at night
Before I go to sleep.
I think about something
I hope to have in a dream.
But it does not work that way
Our dreams we do not dictate.
Our minds in our dreams
Are seemingly not our own.
In fact at times they seem strange.

Is it any wonder
I prefer the dreams during the day?
I daydream so much.
You would need to break
My trance at times.

So what I think during the day
What I ponder
What I smile about
What makes me sad
What makes me plan
I know everyone else is doing
The same thing.
It is part of being human.

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